Madison Beer Sexy Novels & Stories

Moon said casually. “You and Animikii are made for each other. Where is this fool we’re supposed to be meeting here? They’re late!” Misha slid off the stool and up to the bar. If she was going to be forced to wait here, at least she could have a drink while she was waiting. “Hey gorgeous, what are you drinking?” a guy standing next to her asked. Misha moved only her eyes to look at who addressed her. “You’re late, you should be buying me dinner.” She said, turning to him.

The smell of cigarettes and alcohol mixed with sweat was floating in the air, which gave the place an erotic atmosphere, and it is kind of turning me on right now, and my grip on Megan's wrist tightened as I bite my lower lip to hold back my urge -because if care isn't taken, I might jump on any guy here. “Now, this is the real deal, this is your type of scene, huh?” Megan nudged my shoulder gently, then nodded at some couples that were grinding against each other. “You daughter of sin, you know me so well” I told her and gave her a thumb up. She simply chuckled. “Let's go grab a table, I want to get drunk before I jump into the dance floor” “Yeah, me too” she agreed.

He bit down hard, the sting of it grounding her as he held her head against the glass. They fucked with a savage, messy desperation. Sweat slicked their skin, making their bodies slide against each other with a squelching friction. The cramped space filled with the scent of musk, heavy cologne, and engine oil. Madison held her legs high, her ankles crossing behind his neck to pull him even deeper, her screams muffled by his shoulder.

He smelled like sweat, leather, and something like sin. When we finally came to a complete stop and I got off the motorcycle, I took off my helmet and looked around. I realized I was at Marion’s on the River, a pretty posh brunch spot in the city. I looked down at my jeans and boots, unsure if I was dressed for caviar and champagne brunches. As if he could read my mind, Kai took the helmet from me, fixing a flyaway strand of hair that was in my face. He trailed his finger along my temple. “You’re fine.”

The men on his table each have a girl on their laps beside Lucian, of course. I pointed to the table where Sacha kept grinding her body with an unknown guy. “That’s Yulian’s stepmother, I’m with her,” I said, picking up the bottle of beer from his table. His friends were too drunk to notice my presence at their table yet other guys from neighboring tables were ogling me. But I ignored their eyes, instead, I took a swig of the beer. “Hearing her rattle endlessly makes my head spin in circles,” I admitted to Lucian, taking his arm from my shoulders. “Why are you here this time of the month, Lucian?” I asked though I had an inclining about it. “Sacha is a talker, she begs attention but unlike h

She’s wondering at first why his uncle’s pet seems not getting tired—and that’s because he’s taking a tablet to make his boner stay longer. Maddy has that sex craving and if she wants it, she must do it. She’s being a sex monster. She can also hold a long duration of sex with five men. Well, she tried it once, with her co-models after a chill party. And if she can’t do what she likes, she’s getting insane. Seems like she had some sort of mental illness.

But the plan was to go for someone with big pockets and a spot on top. “You’re no doubt an eye candy, so they’re going to find it hard to look away from you.” Maddie navigated their way to a couch, just a few meters away from the sweaty bodies gyrating on the dance floors; omegas’ rubbing their bums on alpha crotches as they moved along to a slow sexy beat. “This will give us a good view of what’s going around. What would you like to drink?” Sawyer didn’t have time to think it over. “Something strong. I’m so going to need it tonight.”

They are giving you an opportunity to address their concerns. That was something, not much, but something. I nodded once and reached for my phone to have my assistant pull the Madison contact file. My father's voice stopped me. This is not a phone call you can charm your way through, Christopher. This is not a board meeting where you stand up and speak steadily and make everyone feel better with your composure. The Madison's are conservative people from conservative money and what they are seeing when they look at Golden Anchor right now is a CEO whose marriage just collapsed publicly while their investment was sitting in his hands.

He looked like the kind of guy she’d easily bump into at bars or beaches—nothing like prison staff, and even less like a witch from this coven. “They reeked of sex, man,” the guy said bluntly, staring into his beer. “They both got worked up like crazy upstairs.” Arah felt her cheeks burn. Then, as if noticing her for the first time, the beer guy glanced up and raised the mug. “Yo! Want some beer?” Liquid sloshed over the rim and onto his hand. Arah tightened her grip around the handrail. “I want to go home,” she said firmly. The thread snapped in the cloaked witch’s hand. The beer guy spilled beer on himself, cursing aloud.

i said, but the empty glass in my hand was evidence to the contrary, as was the wink the waiter gave me from across the room. “Bull,” Madison said, dragging me over to a dimly lit table in the corner behind the DJ. “I know you’re freaking out about being at the same party as Josh, aka ‘the man you never should have married,’” Madison added with a contemptuous twist of her blood-red mouth, “but trust me, dating the head cheerleader when you are in your thirties is desperate and pathetic. You are the kind of classy babe his Playboy bunny wishes she could be.”